The Diner

Leaving the sub to clean up the mess you made of his ass, you head into the diner. It's a small joint, decorated as if it was the 1970's. It's very empty, with the except of the chef, two waiters, and a few passing truckers. You don't see very much breeding potential in the room, but that doesn't bother you too much. You more than exceeded your expections for the night and, while you wouldn't turn down more sex, you wouldn't mind calling it a night. After such intense rounds, you could use the rest.

It doesn't look like you'll get it though. Your waiter, his nametag reads Sage, is eyeing you as if you are a piece of meat. He's certainly not bad looking; golden skin, hazel eyes, dark blonde hair, and obviously toned. He takes good care of you, but leaves a note on your receit. It reads:

'Meet me out back for a good time stud. I promise to be the best lay you've had in a while. -Sage'

You don't doubt it, the willing ones always feel better than the unwilling ones. But you can't help but wonder if you're pushing your luck. Eleven in one night has never been done before... But twelve would be even more impressive.